#hexagonass

[afraidofchange]

Who was your first muse?

@femtaile | Munday meme.

2. Who was your first muse?

It was indeed, the one and the only Miranda Lawson of Mass Effect! I was first introduced into the ME RPC by @allroundher in January 2013, and I started with my favourite with the (joke) URL @hexagonass (that blog has since been remade, but if you want the OG: @hexagonass-archive !). There are a lot of memories from that time, and how different the RPC was! But she's still my one true character that I adore and will likely write forever! (and @mindsmade and I still write Miranda/Shepard too ((Though I am slower than molasses, but even so, we persist because we love them!))).

[mindsmade]

              ❝  No need to look at me like that,  ❞  he chimes ( perhaps somewhat out of the blue ) while peeling the armour off his shoulder. They’re safe now in the confines of the cargo bay, but barely an hour earlier he’d engaged in a graceless charge toward a throng of mechs ––––– followed by an ATLAS unit landing on his established site of offence. But that was then; the effects of that ‘too close for comfort’ encounter now simply bleed into the present as he tries to rid himself of his bloodied shoulder piece.  ❝  I’m fine.  ❞     ( // @hexagonass )

[shootfrst-blog]

ღ yolo

Attraction meme: accepting

Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extremeSexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extremeAesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

   “Miri is a bombshell and anyone who disagrees had better get their eyes checked”

[vetustus]

What’s this like for Lexie what’re you doin....

[mntlyet-blog]

hexagonass heeft gereageerd op je bericht: ��

[ eye zooms…. can i be gay with a patrician matriarch tho thats my question ]

its gonna feature our #1 romeboy julius caesar as protagonist b u  t  i am also gay for the patrician ladies so ...

[shootingsharp]

@hexagonass

The analog clock that sits under Jill’s television set clicks over to 0900 hours. She’s been watching it for the past five minutes, fingers drumming on the arm of her couch. The calendar on the wall marks three days since she arrived back in California for her annual leave, but it feels like three years. Jill lifts her ankle and rests it on her knee, eyes flicking from the clock back to the television, upon which a famous chef starts to insist that he can still make a healthy meal of all natural earthborn ingredients with no artificial enhancements. Jill can’t remember his name, but he’s grown more wrinkles by his eyes and mouth since last she watched. 

Feet brace the impact of her sudden rise from the couch, and Jill turns her back on the set. The sliding door of her closet is flung aside haphazardly and the creak of protest the wood gives reminds her she’s not aboard the C-9170, where her cabin is all metal and electronics, and the bar she fits in place now with clips and previously installed hooks fits in place with super powered magnets. Jill clicks her tongue, finger tracing where the paintwork on the doorframe has given way to the strain of the bar. 

There’s white powder on her palms and her hoodie is on the floor at her feet when the knock comes at the door before she’s had a chance to start the exercise. Her frown is deep -- she isn’t expecting anyone, and very few people even know she’s here. Maman always calls ahead and Pa wouldn’t come alone. It’s an insistent knock too, rapping again when she hasn’t answered within half a minute. Jill jogs through from the sitting room and into the hall, leaving a white hand print on the control pad. The lock clicks open. 

Jill’s mother used to tell her that she looked like she’d slept under an elcor when she woke up, and Jill had never really understood the phrase until now. Miranda looks, to put it honestly and not at all kindly, a mess. Gone is the usual perfect frame around her face, hair disheveled as though she ran all the way from the Citadel to California, zeroG and all. Her clothes seem out of place, and the casual air of superiority has dissipated into nervous friction, like the charge from rubbing a balloon on cotton personified. Jill isn’t exactly suspicious, but she doesn’t move to invite her in immediately. 

(She’s never needed to in the past, Miranda usually invites herself.) 

“Randa? What are you doing here?” 

[tscni-blog]

ღ

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Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extremeSexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extremeAesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

she has an asari trait of seeing anyone with strong biotic powers in high regard, but also…she hasn’t interacted with miranda enough to have anything but respect.

[masscni-blog]

@hexagonass liked for a starter

     “You’ve got me interested, I’ll give you that - but I’m not signing a goddamn thing until I get details. I don’t do cloak and dagger when my employer puts that many zeroes at the end of my paycheck; nobody pays out that much capital unless he thinks whatever sorry bastard he’s roping into his business needs the motivation.”

     “Suicide missions aren’t a problem for me, but I don’t go into ‘em blind. What the hell is it you want me to do, exactly?”

[synthmama]

recast!

Send “RECAST” and I’ll suggest a different FC for your character.

Em.ily Ro.se

[lyriumleash-blog]

HC + Future post Trespasser dlc?

SEND ME HEADCANON + A WORD.

HE GOES BACK TO HIS ROOTS. he retires from the inquisition once things are settled & he begins to build a small cottage next to the lake he’s so fond of, he lives alone ( unless romanced ) and begins to breed mabari as a source of income. he still has night terrors but with the war being resolved and the constant threat of battle not glooming over his head, he has time to recover and begin to heal. he is relatively happy living in solitude with his pups and dies a happy old man in his bed bc i refuse to except the other ending ok bye.

[gcrdener-blog]

hexagonass replied to your post: me: begins a playthrough with the plan of a...

[ vetra tho… spiky gf… ]

I KN O W

[niennaful-blog]

@hexagonass replied to your post:   me: stays up until 4AM yet wakes up at 9AM every...

[ …#mood ]

  fall asleep with me on miranda’s beautiful hexagon ass

[mindsmade]

          ❝  Lawson,  ❞  he greets succinctly ( though not curtly ) upon striding into the mess hall, catching her by the kitchen counter there. That wouldn’t have been so ODD had the hour not been as absurdly late –––- or early, depending on how one would choose to view it. Either way, he approaches calmly in search of the coffee machine.  ❝  You’re up late. Can’t sleep, or?  ❞     ( // @hexagonass )

[shootfrst-blog]

"I can tell that you’re tired.”

           Were you so      transparent?     A facade of well put together and strung on caffeine and the dredges of stress. Or perhaps it was just that damn eye of hers.            A woman unlike any you’ve ever met and yet in some ways, almost a mirror.

    Her words were wounds in your pride, more so then usual. You knew she was right, but you wouldn’t let it fester. There were times for bolstered aggression and times for admitting you’re at your limit. She made it obvious immediately where that line was. You would dance that line as long as you could keep it up. She may be right and you may agree, but you would never say it aloud.

        “Am I ever not? Speak for yourself Miranda. When’s the last time you gave yourself a break?”

[vetustus]

hexagonass replied to your post “TAGGED BY :   @tooktheleap (thanks so much my bean) RULES : tag 10 of...”

[... how did i not know youre only 5'3"... smol... precious...

when ur wife forgets all the times this has come up and also forgets all the threats I made about BITING HER ANKLES >8||||

[justiccr]

“Care to tell me what’s going on?”

send me one for my muse’s reaction _ acc

“good —— you’re HERE.”

samara extends a finger and curls it towards her as a RUSH of biotics pulls miranda into the observation deck. the door SLAMS shut behind her, and samara turns back towards the expanse of stars the stretches out in front of them. 

“shepard’s birthday is in two days.” she extends a hand, looks at her omni-tool. “i have done the appropriate research, and i believe a —— SURPRISE party, as you call it —— is what members of your species do to celebrate each other. i am also under the impression that a surprise party is best done with several friends involved. ”

she turns to miranda. “that being SAID —— ”

“ —— i would like your help planning a SURPRISE PARTY for our commander. our friend.”